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		<description>The original writings of author Charles Konsor</description>
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			<title>Footsteps</title>
			<description>The tea half drunk,The tags ripped off,The room now empty,Save me and my memroy.I shiver despite the heater,My body confused.Calm now,Angry now,Fearing the future now.The night will be sleepless,My mood never fixed.Take the pictures down quick.Remove the words you wrote,Not so long ago.&quot;I miss you a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonelycastle/978578/</link>
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			<title>test story w/javascript</title>
			<description>test</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonelycastle/522412/</link>
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			<title>Test story</title>
			<description>test</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonelycastle/490116/</link>
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			<title>This cold night</title>
			<description>just a cold (and lonely) night where too many things arise in my brain.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonelycastle/474087/</link>
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			<title>Test Story</title>
			<description>Testing out new story creation</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonelycastle/419571/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I can see the guillotine from my window.&amp;nbsp; Patrick&amp;rsquo;s hand moved patiently across the page.&amp;nbsp; It was strange to write slowly when he had so little time, but the night seemed to suit leisure.&amp;nbsp; The flame of his single candle did not sputter or spit, but swayed&quot;slowly and ge..</description>
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			<title>The Guillotine</title>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Autumn &amp;mdash; 1729&amp;nbsp;I can see the guillotine from my window.&amp;nbsp; Patrick&amp;rsquo;s hand movements were quick and sloppy.&amp;nbsp; The words on the page were barely legible.&amp;nbsp; Umbrellas were popping up in the square below his window like mushrooms after the rain.&amp;nbsp; The old couple who ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonelycastle/173110/</link>
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			<title>Blueprints &amp; Wildflowers</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;She held the newspaper with one hand and pinched her lower lip with the other.&amp;nbsp; Her eyes jumped from photo to text, photo to text.&amp;nbsp; With two fingers she anticipated turning the page.&amp;nbsp; Her eyes moved slowly down the newspaper. She never turned the page.She doesn&amp;rsquo;t see him t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonelycastle/153339/</link>
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			<title>The Boy With White Feathers</title>
			<description>Sam, deferred from fighting in WWII, battles his own guilt while pining over his long time love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonelycastle/150203/</link>
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			<title>On You, Across The Table</title>
			<description>We all want to believe our children will love us Hold us, kiss us, stay with us, and wrap their little hands around our fingers Big eyes watch big people with big love But they're a squirmy type Run away, out of our arms No matter how far we stretch Exploring dust bunnies in corner..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonelycastle/13847/</link>
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			<title>For You</title>
			<description>We all want to believe our children will love us Hold us, kiss us, stay with us, and wrap their little hands around our fingers Big eyes watch big people with big love But they're a squirmy type Run away, out of our arms No matter how far we stretch Exploring dust bunnies in corner..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonelycastle/9283/</link>
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			<title>Earth 2</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Earth 2 . . . because we all want a second life.&amp;rdquo; It may sound like a cheesy tag line and of course you&amp;rsquo;d never be taken in by something so lame, telling yourself, &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m happy jus the way I am.&amp;rdquo; But I&amp;rsquo;m here to tell you that it will get you. No matter how mu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonelycastle/2203/</link>
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			<title>Sparks</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;See, if you get them to sneeze right when they orgasm it makes it last a lot longer,&amp;rdquo; Tom said with many hand motions accompanying his explanation. &amp;ldquo;It also feels really good for you. Like it tightens them up or something.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Right Tom,&amp;rdquo; I said. My eyes had long ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonelycastle/1010/</link>
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			<title>Generationally Challenged</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Generationally Challenged&amp;rdquo; or, as they liked to be called, Misguided Generation Addicts.&amp;nbsp; That&amp;rsquo;s what the flyer said as I picked it up from the table of a coffee shop yesterday.&amp;nbsp; One of those caf&amp;eacute;&amp;rsquo;s where only artistic and eccentric people hang out.&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lonelycastle/3/</link>
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			<title>Compartment 114</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Calvin moved through the narrow aisle of the 7:55 train from St.   Paul to Boston.&amp;nbsp; His suitcase with the broken zipper was swinging in front of him and he apologized every time it bumped another passenger.&amp;nbsp; A girl named Lyndsey followed ten feet behind him, moving patient with a s..</description>
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